Besedila: City and Colour. Live. Confessions.

I've been up for days trying to find a way
To write this confession down
Seems every line I write's a mess
At least this I'll admit

For what I've done I am not proud
But there's no need to pretend
No need for innocence
I've got to be honest now

My verdict has come in
It says, I'm guilty for my sins this time
I thought I could escape
But then I finally felt the weight of my crimes

It's passion, it's not love
Infatuation never ends up right
At least I won't be alone tonight

'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight

The prosecution rests with convincing evidence
But it seems I've been deceived
So now I stand alone and wait for the first stone
To be cast upon me

My verdict has come in
It says, I'm guilty for my sins this time
I thought I could escape
But then I finally felt the weight of my crimes

It's passion, it's not love
Infatuation never ends up right
At least I won't be alone tonight

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do

At least I won't be alone tonight
'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight